Life less on the Border©

While the coffee is still hot

     evidence incontrovertible

          unrelenting anguish

Little lives rubbished

     caring capability paralyzed

Blanket hot wet

     covers my head

          breathing restricting

               nausea

I cry because I may get over it

Time to dismiss blue devils

Quicksand wisdom

     move sideways

          toward reliable compassion

Refabricate my life

     to fit God's dream

I must center myself before I open myself to the morning news. Otherwise I'm sick the whole day. Families ripped apart, children in cages, decent people turning savage: we're losing our grip on humanity. I know it doesn't have to be this way. I also know it is possible to lose my compassion. That frightens me. I have been told that if one is ever in quicksand the secret is not to panic and move deliberately slowly sideways to solid ground. I can, I will control my rage, dismiss the blue devils of depression, wipe the tears and look for an opening for compassionate action.
                                                                                               Max